#but I’m not gonna say dog or fever dream

[im-literally-so-dun]

I hate to say it, but…. Palaye peaked with The Bastards

[vxiphoid]

SERENE SHENANIGANS

❨ summary ❩ twst › waking them up to tell them stories that don’t make sense

tags ✧ fluff, crack, savanaclaw boys, defo not proofread its like 7 am, cursing but nothing out of the ordinary, ooc(?), ruggie calls you a little shit like once (affectionate), jack is whipped for you

amanuensis’ message ⊹ I LITERALLY LOVE DOING THIS??? my friends hate me for it. but anyways hiii im back after like my month hiatus, how are thy sleeplings?😋 mb guys writers block has been really kicking my ass, i was spitting blanks on paper… i’m gonna hopefully post another pastry emporium soon for scarabia so stay tuned for that‼️

⌜ 300+ e/chara ⌟

♫ sunset boulevard - hohyun

twst masterlist

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— “leona… pspsps….”

— he hums gruffly when his name was called the first time, only opening his eye thinking you called him a second time when it was really just noise that you would make to get the attention of a house cat. he instantly pins his ears back. how dare you. “hmm?”

— “so i took our snail for a walk and i had accidentally left my feet here to wash the dishes because the grass was blue.”

— huh? you could see him trying to process everything you just said as you explained, his lips parting and eyebrows furrowing. it took everything in you not to laugh. he does one of those blinks, the really delayed ones, one eye opens before the other…

— he’s half asleep too so the confusion is just adding up altogether. if chicken scratch wasn’t a writing term, this is literally it in words. its like the books back at home he picks up to read (derogatory) its, what, 4 am? dont do this to him😭

— you’ve never seen him so expressive💀 this definitely makes his eye and ear twitch at the same time. what type of fucked up fever dream is this?? its usually a blessing seeing you as the first thing he wakes up to, not when you wake him up with some bull strung up in a sentence with your beady eyes staring at him while he sleeps. he loves you, yes, but what does he even say to this…

— “what…”

— your forehead met with his chest as you struggled not to laugh at the uncharacteristic break in leona’s voice. how many cups of coffee did you drink? he asks you to repeat yourself even though it kinda a mind mush decision so you did and by the end of it, he looks absolutely restless.

— “that’s… yes. that’s great, herbivore. can we go to bed now?”

— you note that leona is surprisingly patient when half asleep

┏━━━━━━ ━ ─ ╴⋯ ⟢

JACK HOWL

— deep sleeper. tug his ear. though he practically springs up before your hand makes contact, giving himself whiplash.

— “jack?”

— almost instantly relaxes when he realizes its you, tail wagging subtly☹️ “hi, baby. s’something wrong?”

— “hiii, do you remember a year ahead ago when i had to go to the dentist to get my spine fixed and the cats were barking at the flying dogs because the sky was in the water?”

— bro feels like he just had a stroke💀 he’s blinking rapidly, rubbing nose bridge as you explain. he really wants to understand, he does, but wtf did you just say??? it was the innocent “hi” before you unapologetically bashed his head in with the entire dictionary. its so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh.

— “jack, this is serious.” even as you told him that, your voice was not steady at all which made his shoulders shake violently in silent laughter.

— “im listening, i swear. tell me one more time?” yk his ass is not listening. he pulls you into his lap while his thumbs idly rubbed your sides, responding to your stories with “uh-huh” and “yeah?” with a lovesick smile on his face.

— eventually holds your face and starts pressing heart squeezing, fluffy kisses all over your face which truly made you more tired then you were. you honestly start forgetting what and where the story was going.

— jack only pauses his kissing attack to respond when you take a small break but even then he doesn’t pull away fully, he’s just speaking against your skin

— “—and the duck had my arm while i was taking it on a walk because gran tammy was in a flying shopping cart.”

— “oh wow. and then?”

— he’s listening but he’s not, mostly because he’s like two seconds away from dreamland and his brain isn’t registering half the shit you’re saying. he wants to see how many stories you can jumble up.

— “yeah, i think it’s bedtime for us…”

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RUGGIE BUCCHI

— omfg he wakes up like a mom. like yk how you would barely touch them and they would gasp like they were just given cpr?? he wakes up like that.

— and you’re just standing there awkwardly ���️👁️

— takes a quick look around before looking at you. “what happened? is it time to wake up leona already?” you shake your head and ruggie flops back, an arm draped over his eyes. “you scared me… come, lay down with me?” he held his free arm out for you and you did take your place cozied up against his side. to your surprise, you did actually scare the living shit out of him from how fast his heart was racing.

— “ruggie, yk i just found out you’re related to turtles, right? and i had to take uncle bobby to the vet to get a dna test because the fish drowned in air.”

— slow roblox turn towards you but instead its his head as he cranes it down to stare at you. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning and you literally could not look at him or you’d blow your cover.🧍🏾

— “i’m sorry,, what the fuck??”

— he’s genuinely confused, asking you questions about your story while his brain tries to put together the pieces. each question he asks, the more its harder to speak in full sentences other than wheezes

— “what are you laughing at, ya little shit? explain this to me!”

— “i’m trying!”

— and you are😭 its like when you have to explain the family tree really slow bc you cant say, “my father’s girlfriend’s son” without him like ???? and you’re trying to explain it to him slowly, eventually forgetting what you said in the first place…

— “…and the fish drowned in air.”

— “yes.”

— “sweetheart, you still haven’t explained how i’m related to turtles—”

[anastasiabowe]

Mini Me

Summary: Mike having major baby fever..

Warning: probably won’t sound like Mike at ALL. Sex, p in v, swearing, impregnating (funny word), unsafe sex, fluff. MDNI

Mike can admit, you guys were NOT in the right financial situation to have a kid. Abby is enough already, but there was this deep want of a little baby wrapping its tiny hand around his much larger one. It having his face and your attitude.

This thought didn’t just come to him randomly, well it did, but it was a developing desire. The idea came to him back when he was working at the mall. A little boy that was too cute for his own good, waddled to him with tears welling in his eyes, crying for help to find his dad.

Mike at first was a bit unsure how to help, but when the little boy reached his small hand to grab his finger, Mike automatically felt this wave of protectiveness over the little boy.

Mike eventually found the little boy’s father, and reluctantly had to give him back, but that was the spark that lit the flame.

Mike had came home and saw you chasing Abby, yelling at her to stop running so she can eat her dinner.

Mike sighed, his dream of a mini him wasn’t going to happen if they kept living like this.

So! For a couple of months, he set aside money, looked for a new job, and was now finally confident enough to spring up this idea to you.

You both were currently making out in his room, both high off of the want of each others gifts you both bring each and every time you fuck, that being what y’all were born with.

You both undressed, and Mike slowly slid in, suppressing the loud groan he wanted to let out.

He started thrusting into you, gripping and rubbing every inch of your body. He loved having you in this position. He loved being able to grab your ass, but also kind of see your face.

“Fuck, y/n, don’t know what I’d do without you.” He leaned over you and kissed your cheek.

Soon enough, you were crying about how much you loved him and how you were going to cum.

With what you said, he remembered why you both were doing this right then and there.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He flipped you over, still inside so he can see your face.

“Uh huh! Please let me cum!” You whined, grabbing his face and kissing him.

He started pounding into you, smiling at the screams you let out.

“Fuck! I’m gonna put a baby in you. Gonna have you swollen and round with my baby.” He started babbling, not realizing what he was even saying, he wanted to talk to you first so you wouldn’t feel forced into this, but honestly, he found baby trapping hot too so, what can he say?

“You want that? You want a mini me running around the place, Huh?” You didn’t even make a sound, you had already came and he was now using all he had left to make you feel good as long as he did.

“Make you a mommy, make you officially mine.” He started to whimper in your ear, making you reach a second orgasm.

“Mike! I can’t!” You moaned, he kissed you, and you came again.

“I’m cumming!” He groaned, cumming inside of you. He laid there for a few moments, before he slowly pulled out.

Fingers crossed you’re throwing up in a couple of days!

This was dog shit, just wanted to post something to pass time by!

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 5/2

its not me @somefishycat @catboy-jupiter @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @asha10100101010

“It’s alright, kid. You’re alright. We’re safe. You… I trust you, Nimona. You’re my best friend. You’re the best sidekick I could ever ask for. I trust you. And I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

They’ve done this a thousand times before. Usually after a nightmare. He reaches a hand towards her, and falters when she flinches back.

“You’re scared of me,” she accuses.

“No, Nim. Never.”

“You’re lying.”

“Well, would you believe me if I said I won’t let anything happen to you regardless?”

She stares at him, searching his face. “You promise?”

“Promise promise.”

the running iron @dreamed-for-not @tamsinswriting @hurricanebreeze @stonemaskedtaliesin

There’s nothing sentimental in it; it’s just the spot in the middle of nowhere he happened to get arrested in. The place fading into the dust is as interesting a thing to watch as any. And then it’s just desert. Scrub and squeaky wagon wheels.

A short while into the ride, Beetlejuice starts whistling. The guard whacks him with the rifle.

A short while after that, he attempts to start up a conversation about how they all came to be in this rickety old wagon. The guard whacks him with the rifle.

A short while after that, he starts to lightly kick at the side of the wagon from sheer boredom. The guard whacks him with the rifle. He wonders how long it will be until he develops a concussion.

In the end, the wagon driver manages to get him to where they’re going before the guard knocks him completely senseless, but it’s a close race.

nimona centuar au @twyrewolf @campfire-octopus @eriquin

“Nimona-”

“What? I’m just stating facts.”

“We both know you were making some deliberate implications, there.”

“And so what? Everything about knights is all about monster slaying, and they do police civilians. If there’s implications there then they shouldn’t be ignored!”

“That’s a very narrow view of things. You’ll understand that when you’ve been here longer. And hey, if you have such an issue with knights, maybe it’s a good thing you’re here. You can be the kind of knight you want to see.”

Nimona stares at him for a moment. “Oh, no,” she groans. “Oh, I’m not just stuck with a knight. You’re stupid too.”

from the back of a blood red mare @violet-prism-creatively @meggiejolly @sourb0i @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @rainy-weather-supremacy

She pauses her counting to listen.

“They did, yes. A redheaded girl, a red dog, and a red horse.”

Someone’s onto them, them. A group of someones.

Things are about to get interesting.

“Keep your eyes open. I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Don’t you think-”

“She’s a child. I’ll be fine.”

There’s the sound of someone dismounting a horse, and then measured footsteps approaching. Only when they’re all but stood over her does Nimona look up, pretending to have only just noticed. The stranger greets her with a winning smile that she immediately dislikes.

“Hey there, Miss. What’re you working on, there?”

netherborne @dreamed-for-not

Beetlejuice has concluded that whoever named blot fever must have been a massive nerd to think of ink first, because what Lydia has is clearly more of a ‘losing terribly at paintball’ disease. The doctor did say this was going to happen, the kid would get worse before she got better, but he didn't say she was going to look so stupid doing it. 

“You look like a nasty accident at the crayola factory,” he tells her as she slowly laps up broth.

[fyreflys]

I’ve been talking non stop about it on Twitter & in my discord servers but it hasn’t spewed over here yet which is honestly shocking BUT I watched the Elvis biopic movie like a week ago & now my brain is obsessed with Elvis Presley. This is one of those examples of “you don’t choose the hyperfixation, the hyperfixation chooses you”. Like I can’t stop thinking about Elvis Presley I’ve been listening to his hit songs on repeat for the past week. Like constantly. I’d be shocked if this guy isn’t in my Spotify wrapped at the end of the year. I’ve even started watching the movies he’s in. I just watched King Creole. I’m watching Flaming Star tomorrow. I have a SCHEDULE. GOD HELP ME

But also can we talk about how different his life & career success would have looked like without Colonel Parker- OK ILL STOP ILL STOP

Jk I won’t this is just gonna be my designated Elvis Brainrott Post so I don’t flood my page with Elvis nonsense. I’ll just keep editing & adding to this post instead 🙃

My Elvis playlist: (major [I’m biased on some] hits in order of when they were released - it runs perfectly at an hour long which is too satisfying so now I can’t add or remove songs I’m stuck at this 23 song set up)

That’s All Right \\ Baby, Let’s Play House \\ Blue Suede Shoes \\ Heartbreak Hotel \\ Hound Dog \\ Don’t Be Cruel \\ Love Me Tender \\ All Shook Up \\ Jailhouse Rock \\ Trouble \\ Fever \\ It’s Now or Never \\ I’m Coming Home \\ Can’t Help Falling in Love \\ (You’re The) Devil in Disguise \\ Viva Las Vegas \\ A Little Less Conversation \\ If I Can Dream \\ In the Ghetto \\ Suspicious Minds \\ Always On My Mind \\ Burning Love \\ Unchained Melody

Also a list of my favorite lines/verses in these songs (bc some of the lyrics are so funny &/or very good):

“Drink my liquor from an old-fruit jar” (Blue Suede Shoes)

“I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree // My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug”, “Her lips are like a Volcano that’s hot” (All Shook Up)

“Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone // Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone // The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang // The whole rhythm section was a purple gang” , “The warden said, ‘Hey, buddy, don't you be no square //If you can't find a partner, use a wooden chair’” (Jailhouse Rock)

“But if you're gonna start a rumble, don't you try it all alone” (Trouble)

“Thou givest fever when we kisseth // fever with thy flaming youth” , “Cats were born to give chicks fever // Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade” (Fever)

“”(Viva Las Vegas)

TBC

[lavender-twilight23]

Of Love and Willpower - 2nd chapter up!

Chapter 2 of the sequel is up!!

Excerpt:

(Charles' POV)

~~~~~~~

Erik pulls into a spot and parks the car. He reaches for the keys and glances over at me. “You ready?”

I can’t speak. My face is going numb, the tingling has spread to my mouth, my tongue is too fat for my mouth. It feels like a fever dream. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Could I go back? No, Erik drove, I can’t go back. My legs feels like liquid, I don’t even know if I’d be able to drive myself back. I can’t stop thinking about the faceless stranger that I’m about to face with my trauma. What if he’s mean? What if he doesn’t like me? What if he confirms what I’ve believed all along and says that my fear is pathetic and stupid and that I’m too old to be afraid of dogs? What if he brushes it off and tells me that my trauma is no big deal? Because it definitely feels like a giant fucking deal, especially when I’m suffocating in my own panic and can’t function and–

“Hey.” Erik puts a hand on my thigh. He’s removed his hand from the keys and is now facing me more directly. “It’s gonna be fine. I’m here.” He gives my thigh a gentle squeeze. “You feel my hand? I’m right here.”

~~~~~~~

[landwriter]

WIP Wordsearch Game: Director's Cut Extended Edition

Why not! Courtesy of @softest-punk and @moorishflower - thank you both for tagging me, please enjoy these excessively long excerpts for every word that was a match in the WIPs:

lonely—lighthouses “You’re off your nut. The only thing Keats and I have in common is that we’re broke.”

But later, halfway out the door, leaving for his own lonely apartment, he finds himself asking, “Keats and Shelley were friends, weren’t they?”

“Yes,” says Dream.

He leaves Dream’s apartment with the words What he has offered me is generous, circling around and around in his head like a dog chasing its tail. I would offer the same, he thinks. I would offer more. Anything. He imagines Dream and his mystery love meeting in the cover of darkness, meeting in cars, in parks, imagines Dream’s lips slick with spit instead of grease, and at the end, each time, the other man, who he pictures as older, chiseled, clean-cut — who must surely have a wife — reminding him he loves another, and Dream nodding, serious, straight-backed as his settee. He wonders if they kiss each other. He hopes they don’t.

small—lighthouses “Trying to kill me,” says Dream, sounding scraped raw.

“Nah,” Hob says, handing the soup back, “I don’t think I could do a good Adonais.” Dream looks at him. “Your throat must feel like shit after that. I’m gonna make you some tea. You got honey?”

Dream nods minutely. He’s wearing an unnervingly soft expression that Hob puts down to him being terrifically, deliriously sick. He puts the back of his hand against Dream’s forehead. “Well,” he says. “No fever, at least.”

“Are you sure?” asks Dream, still staring at him. Hob feels a heat of his own spring to his face. He can’t even kid himself that Dream is just asking. But he’s sure Dream would regret it later, and there’s no way Hob is going to take advantage of him when he’s sick, and he - he tells himself he respects himself too much to be used as a surrogate for Dream’s man, for the one he loves and the one who isn’t here to check if he’s okay, to feed him soup and rub his back and want desperately, desperately, to suck his dick; and it’s not strange to want to do all those things, is it, to want to give him every small pleasure there is of life until he recovers.

He wishes they were both feverish. Wishes he was a slightly worse or significantly better person than this. He drops his hand.

“Yeah,” he says, after a weird, too-long silence. “You’re good. Where’s the honey?”

taste—lighthouses “God,” he says, sounding helplessly reverent. “I’m so fucking crazy for you, man. I’m- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with you.”

And Dream smiles, soft, and moves for him, hooking an arm behind Hob’s neck and bringing him close, pressing their bodies together, and Hob feels Dream’s naked chest rising and falling against his own as they kiss, and thinks, I love you, I love you, I love you, and he’s sure Dream can taste it in his mouth.

“I know what I want to do with you,” says Dream.

nose—lighthouses “You,” he says, nuzzling into Dream’s stroking, newly spit-slick hand, trying to gentle him, but he won’t be gentled now, not for anything, “Needy for you, for you, nobody else was the same, nobody else was close.”

Dream’s mouth has fallen slack, eyes glazed with lust. He focuses them, barely, on Hob, “For me,” he says.

“For you,” he promises. “Haven’t even made it with anyone else. Wanted you.”

Dream goes still and breathes in sharply through his nose.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come, Hob.”

right—lighthouses “I’ll wait,” he says, standing so hard on the knife edge of truth and discretion he thinks he won’t be able to walk away from this, or walk ever again after it. “I’ll wait a hundred years for, for him.”

“You’re too loyal, Hob.” Dream looks disappointed with him. He wonders if it’s obvious, how fucked he is right now. He wonders if his want is rolling off of him, like fog, if Dream sees it. Or feels it clinging to his skin, damp. If he’s repulsed. He doesn’t want to be pitied. Not by Dream. Not for this. There’s nothin’ wrong, being loyal. Nothing wrong waiting.

book—shaper of forms He does not so mind the crowds, with Hob by his side. It is less of an awful clamour, without the dull roar of daydreams. But his own thoughts are louder, even with Hob holding his hand.

He looks at a book display and accidentally catches his own gaze instead. His window-self looks at him in scorn. Gaunt, it assesses. Frail. Weak. As they pass the next shopfront, he glances over again. And again, and again.

Each reflection is a jolt, a shiver, like a wing’d shadow over water. A fish-fear. Nightmare blotting out the sun. Announcing his new station to the world: you are helpless, you are helpless, you are- Helpless. You are only this. Nothing more.

After, he cannot stop looking, resolved to confront himself until he no longer feels surprise and pain at the sight, but a part of him, too, foolishly hoping to see himself restored in the next window. It is the way humans sometimes unconsciously beckon the same dream of missing something over and over, compulsively looking in the Dreaming for what awaits them in the Waking world: their brake pedal, their destination, their child.

This is not a dream. His loss is his own.

tea—shaper of forms Nightmares, he knows, are important to humanity. He is certain this is what is missing. Fear.

Three nights later — long, he thinks, but perhaps none of the Nightmares he created himself would dare visit their former lord, something he cannot resist finding flattering — he feels an innocuous dream start to turn from under him. He’s in Hob’s kitchen, making tea. His hands tremble and the cup slips and shatters on the floor. He knows he will not catch it in a dream, so he does not try. The puddle of black tea spreads across the floor, suddenly thick and ichorous, and then turns milk-white. At first, he is fascinated.

Then the Nightmare who has been called to his sleeping mind rises out of it with hair and suit the same colour, and teeth for eyes. It is not, he thinks, an especially creative choice. He is certain it is not the Corinthian himself.

Certain, until the Nightmare places a gentle hand on his cheek and says, all friendly impertinence, “Wanna hear a joke? Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.”

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for June 18, 2016; #113.

Cadet Kelly “Throttle You”

Leather Towel “Progress”

Frankie Teardrop “Not A Love Song”

Deep Throats “Good, Bad, Plenty”

Reatards, The “You Ain’t No Fun No Mo’”

Proto Idiot “Be My Baby”

Future Biff “Built To Last”

Hot Freaks “Boo”

A Giant Dog “Hitchhike Love”

Coachwhips “You Gonna’ Get It”

Heavy Hearts “Bliss”

Pink Mexico “Buzz Kill”

Duchess Says “Subtraction Of Obedience”

Dogheart “Drag”

Thermals, The “My Heart Went Cold”

Gorgeous Bully “Just Like Before”

Pheromoans, The “I’m A You-Know-What”

Fake Palms “Fever Dreams”

Dune Rats “Bullshit”

No Joy “A Thorn In Garland’s Side”

Alpine Decline “Pre-Columbian Artifact”

Cheena “Car”

Your Loss “Midlife Crisis Tropical Vacation”

Numerators, The “Hi, I’m Kirk. Fuck You.”

Fidlar “Sabotage”

Mercury Girls “All That Heaven Allows”

Birth (Defects) “Hanshin”

Ben Seratan “Cottonwood Tree”

Dream Wife “Kids”

Hollow Tapes “Broken Car Radio”

Honey “White City”

Bichkraft “Neatriver Chain”

Thee Oh Sees “Plastic Plant”

Hussy, The “You Know”

Deluxe garage, noise rock, and lo-fi.

[gravitysthrall]

LoveLife

By Jasmine Gibson

This is how the world ends swallowing inside of us carcinogens you can only hear me when I say “fixed capital” “object” or “that’s right, this is the political line to end all lines” a love life totally lush pulsing total desolate feeling all spasm and highs how cruel, kind of love Life Something like an absence of feeling, I never had permission to love you never had permission to love anyone you can’t love me the way I deserve to be loved never so, it makes sense a love life only on the weekends when you can't see me in the light a real love life. A real girl with cottage parts malting My insides decided to hangout with us in public in the cold rotting like a hollowed out ornament People die in private ways our relationship to property I get to hear about black people dying while I’m in the woods historically a place for black people to die hunted by dogs, raped, lynched A sketch of patrols It’s the cops you love Like when have I ever loved life really loved life a love life a horror (spoken in a Baltimore accent) a real love life pain and secretions overloaded once and for all a love life A door in the trees coffee stain smells in my nostrils under a dying wild earthy vibration the howling of coyotes I ruined the home of spirit with my fingers its web got tangled in the hair on my hands I was falling apart as the woods were falling with me into the hole of the city and the city told me us that it was shaking another dead black man a constricted flesh taunting some who would call a bare life not bare as the night sky against epidermis but bare as not being born and being forced to live How many people like me could only exist on the margins straddling the darkness the marshy, dewy feeling of freedom maroon matching blood under sun I dreamt I was a rebel in the bushes hiding with you but I realized love could only be useful via my corpse I’ll be here as the world lurches and folds upon its own flesh and hills and taut musk reeking of history the jaggedness of the tree line Someone is calling on the other line mountains disappearing with the turns of roads the base of the mountain reminding us that all are welcome to reasonable attainability but the top of the mountain is negative infinity something that isn’t quite true and meant for peasants to have fever dreams about bread, champagne and opiates I know about your lies, Mt. Shasta We can only hope that when the gates of hell open up that evil takes us because utopia is only for those who can afford it We can imagine Anglo names that have no function and that’s fucked up The fault of mesas I’m not meant to live in the woods but to cut through them vengeance is justified abolition is my chariot when children mourn Philando Castille and say “You have rainbows in your heart” I want them to know there’s a dead cop at the end of that rainbow and we gonna be alright I read sunset hills as “suspect hills” Because my hate cannot hide in the expansiveness of the day or literally light “Hope you feel better” but time is built like Pelican Bay built up like a love life so instead I hope you can bleed in something that isn’t nice or too expensive and that others can see it run over all our pretty things that can only hope to be beautiful so that it can be a proper love life Hydrangeas remind me that all wounds are forgiven I ran my fingers hard against the edge I welcomed splitting not yet a burn not yet a cut trying to decide how it wanted to be fucked up We have lovers to text as we lay side by side wondering what they ate forgetting our own pleasure in the sunshine and rumbling inside of us are we seeking water food or hurt feelings divorce is an earned tree ring me matching with you Other’s ghosts becoming an other’s second act of being ghosted upon there are at least three in the room there’s at least an incubation stage a sketch of Trotsky’s scheduled decline of capital stage theory // attachment Theory a musical             The Love Life

[starlingsrps]

ghostbusters.mp3

david doesn’t know how they got on the subject of ghosts but he’s desperate to change it. it’s a few days before halloween and they’ve been grounded long enough that people are getting cabin fever. the lounge is full and he’s on his second bourbon, trying to keep his wits about him.

they’ve been playing scary movies in the theater and for him, it’s hell. he doesn’t like to be scared - never has, never will. frankly, their day to day lives are scarier enough so he doesn’t understand why everyone else seems to be having such a great time. somehow, he’s the weird one for being afraid of ghosts. sue him - he grew up in an old house with older brothers who had a story for every noise in the night.

“being afraid of ghosts is normal!”

“oh yeah, if you’re eight and a girl,” sid says, rolling his eyes at david. “how did you not know about eddie? i heard about eddie my first week here.”

“i wasn’t listening,” david mutters into his bourbon. “come on, can we talk about anything else?”

they do, for all of five minutes. david feels almost grateful for it but he can feel jack watching him. he knows the temperature of that look. pete and ross used to look at him like that when they were cooking up some new torture for him or something that he could be blamed for. warren is younger than he is but he’s the oldest of a whole damn pack of boys back home. based on some of the stories he’s been privy to when it’s just the two of them down in the nose, jack is more gifted at tormenting younger brothers than his own brothers could have ever dreamed of.

“sam and i saw him, isn’t right?” jack asks conversationally, as though sid isn’t talking about a dog he saw. “eddie, that is.”

“sure did,” sam says, not missing a beat. “last week.”

david’s ass clenches.

“he hangs out in the control tower,” sam continues. “but…”

“but what?”

sam and jack exchange a look of concern that david knows is mocking him but if there’s a story, he needs to know the end of it. will he sleep tonight? absolutely not. is he going to avoid the control tower at all costs for however long he’s stuck here? yes, however impossible that may very well turn out to be.

“well, we were walking back and there was this little something out of the corner of my eye that looked like someone was still in there. turned around to make sure bo one got stuck in there and, on my mother’s eyes, there was a ghost in there in full gear.”

his grip on the glass has his knuckles turning white and his mouth is dry. “bullshit,” he croaks.

“i saw it too,” jack says, shaking his head at his beer. “skinny, pale fella. just saw him for a second and then poof, he was gone. guess he started showing up last year, after those first couple raids on berlin.”

“bunch of colonel jeffrey’s guys swear he can walk through walls, started sleeping with their carbines-“

“can’t shoot a ghost,” sid inputs casually.

“yeah, exactly. so he’s got that banned on pair of court martial.” jack’s voice lowers and he leans forward, arms resting on his knees. “but shit, can you imagine? trying to get some sleep around here, it’s finally quiet and dark and then-“

a hand comes crashing down on david’s shoulder and he turns a scream into what might be a manly yelp. whatever the sound is, it’s drowned out by the sound of three sons of bitches laughing their asses off at him. sid actually claps, like it’s the greatest show he’s ever seen.

“i’m gonna fucking kill all of you,” david snarls when his heart rate lowers. “you fucking dicks.”

jack wipes a tear away and lets out one final gasping laugh. “don’t care. shit, that was worth it. how long have we been working on that?”

“at least two weeks,” sam wheezes. “armstrong let it slip that you’re afraid of ghosts and we had to.”

“you didn’t have to do shit, you sons of fucking-“

“gentlemen,” hastings booms, stopping by their little cluster of chairs. “had to stop and find out what was so damn funny.”

“just getting in the halloween spirit, sir,” jack says, voice as polite as can be. david glares at him and kicks at him under the low coffee table. without even wincing, jack kicks right back and somehow twice as hard.

hastings rests his hand on the back of a chair and gives them all long, appraising looks. “if it’s that eddie the ghost shit-“

“absolutely not, sir.” sid’s voice has dropped a touch to the tone he uses around command, the fucking boot polisher. david wants to kick him too but his knee is still smarting from jack and sid fights dirty. “just some pub in norwich.”

he nods and takes a sip of his drink. “good. you boys know jeffrey doesn’t want any of you starting up with that again. wrecking fucking havoc over there.”

“just giving hatch a hard time,” jack says with a wide, friendly grin, clapping david on the shoulder. “he’s afraid of ghosts.”

hastings raises his bushy eyebrows at david and he can literally see any respect he had for him evaporate. “really.”

“not…that afraid, sir,” david says, trying to keep some dignity intact, especially in front of his commanding officer.

sid starts snickering again and david starts to wonder if he’d find it so goddamn funny if he navigated them exactly where they’re not supposed to be.

“well then, keep it to a dull roar and don’t let jeffrey hear you telling ghost stories. man’s liable to have a coronary at this point.”

they ring a chorus of yes sirs, david’s coming in weaker than the rest. he’s planning revenge on every single person involved in this alleged joke. before hastings turns to go, he raps his knuckles on the chair and leaves them with one final note.

“only see him before a crash, i hear.”

[wtfcraigslistnyc]

I’m back motherfuckers!! YES!!! To the roots of where this whole sorted mess began.. CRAIGSLIST… Life has handed me some of the sweetest cherries via CRAISGSLIST. I can’t ever quit you….

This first foray back to the OG art form comes to us from some DOUCHE in VIRGINA… It’s not just for LOVERS apparently. Having spent a fair amount of time in the mid-atlantic region I feel connected to this world this strange query springs from… ENJOI 12.6.23

CHRISTMAS ELF…

It’s really profound what the human mind is capable of. Curing cancer, overcoming tremendous adversity, dragging what’s left of your body after a bear mauls you… But other times the mind wanders in the cold, bleak, dark of winter. The walls close in and everyone begins to look like a bucket of KFC that complains too much. So the wheels spin and land on a very intuitive and obvious solution as you drift across the sewage treatment plant liquid surface of the modern popular cultural zeitgeist.

One can only try to imagine the wretched and pitiful mind that would solicit another human for their sick holiday fun….

WILL FARRELL!!! OF COURSE!!! ELF!!!

My cheating wife and asshole children will be so goddam stoked on this utter tidal wave of yuletide inspiration. Nothing will prepare them for the TRAPPED IN THE CLOSET-esque reveal I have on deck for them all…

The whole concept actually appeared in a fever dream as I took a stroll down memory lane to revisit my old childhood haunts of the web… EBAUM'S BABY!!! All the most vile stuff really. It brought me back to the time of dial up and TUB GIRL. Of lesser and greater evils I may or may not have been privy to.

The issue is that I know my dog is gonna rape the ELF… It’s the ELEPHANT in the room really.

BUSTER has been really not adjusting well to any of the many hurdles we’ve presented him with. First, we switched him from a VEGAN, non protein based diet. This caused our beloved pup to really take a turn for the worse almost instantly. His poor canine rectum became a fire hydrant of angry, hateful excrement. He seemed to charge at passing cars with what little life force remained, chasing his own death like a ball sadly…

Thankfully we found a DOGGIE LIFE COACH who really set us straight on the path of nothing but freshly butchered chicken and raw veg. His stools are now like baseballs, one saves in a bin and are carefully burned over the winter months to warm the family at our cabin in the stix…

The unfortunate byproduct of this new vigor BUSTER’s meat infused doggie heart is that he basically tries to penetrate ANY creature that he perceives as a possible for him to mount and dominate.

We found out the hard way… The kids had just come back from school. I was busy cutting brush out back with our gardener… Lord knows his idle hands won’t execute my desires if I’m not there to micro-manage each and every gesture of his hands.

The sound made JUAN and myself quite concerned. The state has advised me not to really provide any other details as the investigation is still pending. I think that in the end everyone will come out on the other side of this unfortunate misunderstanding far more cognisant of BUSTER’s potential for solo doggie breeding supremacy.

We take him to a place now. JUAN introduced us to the guy. He refuses to tell me his name because he says I have a big mouth and will make problems if I know it. He’s got a system where two times a week I drop off BUSTER and he lets him just pound all these dogs making more of his ilk to populate the gene pool. The guy is giving me a really good deal on this dog therapy. BUSTER is much more manageable now that his balls are drained of the hateful poison that bubbles like molten lava…

I’ve already hired a gregarious fella named AL to be the ELF. I actually held “AUDITIONS” in my minivan at the mall. AL was the only one to swallow and that goes a very long way in my book. He didn’t even complain about the ether fumes that engulfed the cabin of the van as I let my drippy rag make me forget why I had a little person blowing me at WALMART, nibbling on a churro….

AL says he has a lot of mascott experience which is going to be very important…. The guy who helps keep BUSTER chill, is on holiday for the next month and as such he left him with a rubber dog we chained up next to his kennel… The poor thing is barely intact and it’s only been a couple of days.

I see this whole holiday ELF reveal meets my psycho dog extravaganza going one of two ways… AL will be smiling counting his money driving home… AL spends the holidays chilling as BUSTER’s bitch in the kennel waiting for the “BONUS” I keep telling him is gonna be life changing and super sweet… It’s yet another YULETIDE MIRACLE.

[charmandheaven]

Innocence Died Screaming: Chapter Index

Day 1: Safety Net

An earlier concept of A Ripple Of Awakening, where things are way more melodramatic.

aka

Quan Yizhen asks Hualian to look after his child in event of his death before he runs away from the Heavens and also Yin Yu.

Day 2: Delirium/“I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Quan Yizhen has a fever. He is alone.

Day 3: Solitary Confinement/“Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Fem!Quan Yizhen is arranged to be married after the Brocade Immortal incident.

Day 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Pei Ming is possessed by a vicious ghost. Quan Yizhen is in the way.

Day 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”/Debris/Pinned Down/“It’s broken.”

Quan Yizhen watches Yin Yu die again and again and again. He rewinds time again and again and again.

aka

Homura Akemi is an icon and should be emulated.

Day 6: Recording/Made to Watch

Another Mid-Autumn banquet. Another play. Another worshipper to beat up.

Day 7: Alleyway/“Can you hear me?”

After the Brocade Immortal incident, the position of Martial God of the West is vacant.

aka

Hua Cheng gets Yin Yu. Xie Lian gets Quan Yizhen. It's the world's worst Parent-Trap-esque situation.

Day 8: Outnumbered

CW: animal attack, violence against animals

Quan Yizhen saves another street kid from a pack of dogs. (This street kid is Wei Ying.)

Day 9: Mistaken Identity

Falling in love with a human is foolish. Unfortunately, Quan Yizhen is a fool.

aka

Quan Yizhen is an air spirit in love with Yin Yu.

Day 10: Stranded/“You said you’d never leave.”

An expansion on a throw-away line in 'Men Say You're Intense Or You're Insane'.

aka

Fem!Quan Yizhen is abandoned on the streets in winter.

Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”/Animal trap/Captivity/“No one will find you.”

A heavenly official whose friend was killed by Quan Yizhen during the Brocade Immortal incident takes revenge.

Day 12: Insomnia

It is Quan Yizhen's first night in the Heavens after Yin Yu's ascension. There are many strange noises and textures and smells.

Day 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”/Cold Compress/Infection/“I don’t feel so good.”

Trans!Quan Yizhen has cramps from his monthly cycle. He is also poisoned by a yao.

Day 14: Water Inhalation

Quan Yizhen fell into the sea after the Bone Dragon. He Xuan does not want to take care of him.

Day 15: “I don’t need you to help me I can handle things myself.”/Makeshift Bandages/Suppressed Suffering/“I’m fine.”

Despite trusting Yin Yu the most in all the sect, fem!Quan Yizhen is still wary of him and his suspicious helpfulness.

Day 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Quan Yizhen is trapped in a perfect dream. Well, 'trapped' is slightly inaccurate now.

Day 17: Collar/Touch Aversion/“Leave me alone.”

Omega!Quan Yizhen needs to be bonded on the orders of the Heavenly Emperor. Pei Ming volunteers.

Day 18: Blindfold

Quan Yizhen can see lies. He does not want to.

Day 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”/Psychological/“I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

CW: suicidal ideation

He's almost at his breaking point.

Day 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”/Blanket/Found Family

Omega!Quan Yizhen makes many nests throughout the years.

Day 21: “See the chains around my feet.”/Vows/Restraints

Quan Yizhen tries to make a deal to get his shixiong back after a bad night-hunt.

Day 22: Glass Shard

Jun Wu takes out his frustrations on the unruliest god he currently has.

Day 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”/Shadows/Stalking/“Who’s there?”

Something has been following him for a while.

Day 24: Neglect/“I thought they were with you.”

CW: organ harvesting, surgery while awake

Quan Yizhen is cut off from the group during a night hunt. He is captured. Luckily, he has reached Core Formation and can regenerate many body parts.

Day 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”/Buried Alive/“They’re not breathing!”

A plague is going around the village. Quan Yizhen is deemed dead too soon.

Day 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”/Working To Exhaustion

Some days, he just wants to forget. So he works and works until he can't remember his own name.

Day 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”/Scars/“Let me see”

Quan Yizhen's shizun asks about his scars.

Day 28: Bloody Knife/Sacrifice/“You’ll have to go through me.”

A scene from an earlier variant of A Ripple Of Awakening:

A few Heavenly Officials have found Quan Yizhen and deemed his child an abomination.

Day 29: Scented Candle/Troubled Past Resurfacing/“What happened to me?”

Quan Yizhen has been deaged. It's very funny until it's not.

Day 30: Borrowed Clothing/Bridal Carry

CW: implied rape/non-con

Hualian takes care of Quan Yizhen after a bad encounter.

Day 31: Emptiness

Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu has been thrown back to the past. They do not know that the other had travelled too. Quan Yizhen is determined for things not to go the same way.

[joepelling]

gonna do it anyways you either get it or you don't. this is just part one btw

red: oh baby, when they made me they broke the mold // the ringing in my ears gets violent // you only get what you grieve // i wish i cared enough to know, i'm sorry every song's about you // have you ever wanted to disappear and join a monastery // my 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars // i wrote the gospel on giving up // that's just who i am this week // i was only born inside my dreams // the record won't stop skipping, and the lies just won't stop slipping, and besides, my reputation's on the line, we can fake it for the airwaves, force our smiles, baby, half-dead from comparing myself to everyone else around me // these are the lives you love to lead // former heroes who quit too late who just wanna fill up the trophy case again // drink up, it's last call, last resort, but only the first mistake // i slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams but they're not quite what they seem // are we growing up or just going down?

yellow: frame me up on your wall just to keep me out of trouble // i’ll be as honest as you’ll let me // you said "please don't ever change," but you don't like me the way i am // the kids are all wrong, the story's all off // i have twice the heart // altar boys, altered boys, we're the things that love destroys // she says she's no good with words but i'm worse // sometimes i just want to sit around and gaze at my shoes, yeah, and let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon // if you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you, you would never sing along // sometimes the only payoff for having any faith is when it’s tested again and again every day

duck: and you can get what you want but it’s never enough // i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me // i'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams // i'm not passive but aggressive // i don't care what you think as long as it's about me // maul the world like a carnival bear set free // don’t really care which side wins, long as the room keeps singing, that’s just the business i’m in // we've been here forever, and here's the frozen proof, i could scream forever, we are the poisoned youth // a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it // bury me til i confess // and, honey, i only appeared so i can fade away // i am sorry my conscience called in sick again, and i've got arrogance down to a science

this is my blog and i can post anything i want here. i could make a list of most three of them like fall out boy lyrics and you would all just have to take it. i have the power to do that

[nkhrchuwuya]

downpour

bungou stray dogs | G | 502 words nakahara chuuya x reader/oc

sometimes taking shelter from the rain just isn’t the best option. 

"you'd think being right next to yokohama we'd have the same weather."

chuuya steps closer to you where you're looking out the hotel room window. here at the topmost floor, tokyo's nighttime city sprawl unravels before your eyes, dripping with rain. it's not quite night yet- the sky breathing its last blues- and something about the streetlights below makes you want to go out.

"scared of the rain, chuuya?"

"what kind of a stupid question is that?"

chuuya's got something to do in tokyo- not dangerous for once- for the next few days. something about contracts being signed and welcome gifts being exchanged. after assuring that there won't be any action-packed drama, you asked to come along so you can be with chuuya in the downtimes, and he quickly agreed.

tonight is one of those downtimes.

"i was just thinking of doing something kinda stupid."

you flip your wrist to reveal the gold wristwatch chuuya had bought for you- a birthday gift. there's still two hours left for your dinner reservation, you've got time to burn. and really, there's something about those streetlights...

"i'm listening."

-

"yanno, in hindsight, this is kinda embarrassing."

"what? there's no backing out now, chuuya!"

when you get to the street below your hotel building, the downpour has turned into a downpour, the footpaths chattering with rain. little pools of water have gathered in certain dips in the pavement, reflecting the streetlights in a hazy golden glow.

"you're gonna get a fever like this," chuuya says, gripping the umbrella's handle tightly in his hand. "i don't want ya sick."

"we're gonna be drenched like a minute tops," you say, squeezing his hand tighter. "please? it's been a little dream of mine for a bit."

and just like that, chuuya's in for it. for what is he if not the one who makes your dreams come true?

you're lucky he's gotten some dance lessons from kouyou.

in five seconds, the pedestrian crossing light finally turns green, and chuuya drops the umbrella as you pull him to the center of the crossing lane. thankfully, there's only you and him, and you've got the stage to yourselves.

you start to dance.

to music that no one but you can hear, the raindrops cold against your exposed arms, the beep-boop of the crossing timer the only beat you move to. chuuya feels a little out of his element on his own, but when he's finally got you in his arms his feet begin to get lighter. a sway there, a dip there, a little spin-

it's everything you've wanted and more. the laugh that comes out of you comes straight out of your heart.

and when the timer is about to die down, chuuya pulls you into a kiss before pulling you back to safety on your side of the street.

you grin at him like he'd given you the world.

and, although shyly, he smiles back, knowing there's nothing better in the world than granting you a smile like this.

[lillithdv8]

Hear me out:

Mini season 16 (8 or 12 eps) arc. The finale was a fever-dream or Jin induced nightmare just after Cas’ kidnapping by the Empty.

First couple eps it’s (3-4) saving Dean, getting the gang together, lead by Sam.

The Dean wakes up, freaks out, since he’s got a shit-ton of manpain, let’s give him (2 eps) he can even tell them about the Winchesters (like an parallel universe/out of body experience). Dean gets some shrinkage or though love and realises he can’t live without Cas.

He embarks on a saving mission (6 ep arc) to get Cas out of the Empty. More of the old gang is brought back Death (og Julian), Jodie, Donna, Crowley, Claire, Benny, Charlie, Jack the scooby gang plus plus.

We see Dean in an Indiana Jones like quest to fetch artefacts and spells for his incursion. Sam gets to shine and nearly die, this creates tension and the dilemma, your bro or (hint hint subtext) love of your life? They agree Cas is family so Dean keeps on.

Throw-away episode where they have an red-herring lead by any odd memorable villain ( Abbadon, Yellow eyes, Asmodus, John Winchester, Satan). They kill them in big style and get the final ingredient.

Ep 11: the eleven’s hour: Dean is the only one who lands on the correct spot (the others have no tether as strong to Cas so they get sent back or cannot progress).

Dean is in his car, alone the road is weird [insert SPN shenanigans] cut to: Dean in a strange otherworldly universe where a [hot/famous/beloved actor or actress] serves as guide. The narrative is super poignant (tear jerker) a mutual unveiling of Deab and the ‘mystery person’ ( turns out it’s the impala made human) who bravely sacrifices themself in a blaze of glory and they reaffirm their adoration for Sam but in particular Dean.

Cut to Dean in pitchblack, cue fight, angst, reversal of situation, tension is built to the nth degree. Final battle, Dean loses. The Empty won faire and square. Cliffhanger

Episode 12: the wayward son: Dean is about to give up but in his mind, the voice of Sam provides a monolog about the qualities of Dean and him being a dog with a bone and never letting go (insert flash back of all the self sacrifice over 15 seasons) then Dean looks at the ingredients/spell his has left and he Macguyvers himself a permutation circle with divine powers on his body to fight against the Empty. Still just not enough, the Empty says No. The silence is oppressive, uncomfortable, the blackness is getting thicker, inkier. Hope seems lost. Dean stops glowing, his light is dimming.

‘Fine’ he says, he drops his sword. ‘Sure’ and he drops the spell thingamajig. He yanks the chain/bracelet/rune of protection that saved his neck countless time during the quest. ‘Ok, you won’t fight and I wont stop. So take me, but I’m your loophole’ I’m alive and not suspended. I’m immune to your bullshit so we’re gonna be buddies sweetheart. I’m gonna make your life a living hell”

Dean proceeds to be the biggest annoyance known to humanity. He signs off key (spn cult song) and he keeps walking around, he’s loud and obnoxious) he has his lighter and in one his meandering comings and goings he trips on a hand. Closeup, it’s a very recognisable hand in a beige sleeve. Cut to Dean who’s bored and investigate the limb at his feet. He kneels and touches the fingers. His glowing returns subtly first then stronger. When the camera pans to reveal Castiel asleep in the empty, Dean is jolted and cannot believe he tries to wake him up. Nothing works, shaking, screaming, incantations. He looks asleep but it’s more like a state of suspension closer to death. Deans eyes are brimming with unshed tears. He tenderly holds Cas’ hand, caressing it and Dean launches into the most heart wrenching monolog about what they are and have been to each other, what he should have been. While the angst increases, we see tiny signs of movement on Castiel’s face. Like someone taking a age to wake up. On the last line when Dean repeats Cas’ confesion and he says “ I couldn’t tell you Cas, I am an idiot, I was frozen, I have to tell you now, I know the Empty has won, I’m NOT gonna leave you again. I cant. Cuz for the longest time, and I should have said this years ago, I love you Castiel. A perfect single tear lands on Cas’ face.

Pan to Cas’s eyes opening blue, dazzling fully aware of the entire soliloquy.

Cas starts to move, and in a rusty voice we hear an inquisitive Dean?

They look at each other, for the most epic eye sex session ever, Cas is now sitting on the ground, Dean is touching his hand and Cas’s face in utter disbelief and they kiss. (Now me: give me filth) but for network tv, give the closest to obscene as allowed.

Dean light just goes from nearly extinguished to blinding and we can see a magical shimmer expand from both. They are bound or at the very least they share a soul bond so profound they are a new being all together. Dean gets soul charged and Cas is fully healed (wings, hallow and all the glory of s fully charged seraphim, Angelic divinity). Together they annoy the empty so much they vanquish it and are expelled.

Cas and Dean are back on a road, the impala waiting for them. They look at each other. They hug. Then some eyefucking then another X-rated kiss.

They decide to go home, [ classic rock spn staple starts to play] on the radio softly.

We have montage of the road.

Then, after 10 min, Epilogue: the future in snippets wrapping up. I want a Destiel wedding, Claire and Jack being siblings, Sam and Eileen’s kids (Dean jr and Mary-Jess) being super cute, Bobby being the best grandpa, Charlie, Donna, Jody, Rowena, Crowley, Benny, Garth all have their cameo and they are all at the Roadhouse, Dean is behind the bar all mellow and happy. Cas too looking hot af in civilian clothes, they’re having a good time Kansas is on stage. They approach each other and kiss one last time before the live performance of Carry On.

The end

The funniest thing they could do was do season 16- like a movie would be great or another story in the same universe would be awesome but genuinely how funny would it be to have the show known for its main characters not staying dead AFTER THE SHOW ENDS WITH BOTH REUNITING IN HEAVEN- if that show came back s16… how woild they explain it??? Woild they continue from s15 or ignore it all??? S16 opens with the barn scene and then we see dean waking up like “wow what a wild dream lets go find cas”

[thatweirdguyinthebushes]

all my dream smp playlists

as the title says, all my dream smp playlists! all quotes are by richard siken, except for the bee duo playlist, which is quote from the orestia. enjoy!

EDIT: new additions! quackity & tubbo playlist, awesamponk playlist, quackity & schlatt playlist, snowchester/post-doomsday playlist

EDIT: new new addition! a third tubbo playlist, this time in chronological order :)

OVERALL DREAM SMP PLAYLISTS

and they called it freedom (lmanberg playlist. art by qtiq. the three administrations are separated by war instrumentals. songs are ordered chronologically.)

a fresh start, with no past. (dream smp, post-doomsday/snowchester, art by quippso) I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work.

DUO PLAYLISTS

never saw one without the other, did you? (c!tommy and tubbo. art by georgesspotify) but no ones left. you know this and i know this. together we trace out the trail away from doom. there is no hope. there is a trail. i follow you.

make it better. (c!beeduo. art by now_thatwaslie) "I'll take care of you." "It's rotten work." "Not for me. Not if it's you."

you never got to see the lights. (c!niki and c!wilbur. art by salsasscribbles) You wanted to be cremated so we cremated you and you wanted an adventure so I ran and I knew you wouldn’t catch me. You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

all that matters is that youre alive. (c!quackity and c!tubbo. art by tubbowithagun) Your skin looked blue in the television light. Your teeth looked yellow. Still wet, I lay down next to you. Your arms, your legs, your naked chest, your ribs delineated like a junkyard dog's. There’s nowhere to go, I thought. There’s nowhere to go.

getting to spend time with you aint that bad, huh? (c!awesamponk. art by ) Let’s jump ahead to the moment of epiphany, in gold light, as the camera pans to where the action is, lakeside and backlit, and it all falls into frame, close enough to see the blue rings of my eyes as I say something ugly. I never liked that ending either.

I'm never gonna protect you again. (c!quackity and c!schlatt. art by Probably a Plant) A man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. But you take him instead. You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich, and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you and he keeps kicking you.

CHARACTER PLAYLISTS

be worse. (c!niki. art by evenspelledevan) We pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

he loves me, right? (c!sapnap. art by chjropta) Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

there is no sunrise inside. (c!sam. art by pnksh1rts) I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

trust nobody. dont even trust me. (c!quackity) We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

i know what I'm like. that's the issue. (c!wilbur. art by ranbooz) I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.

i dont like who i am around you. (c!tommy. art by jellyilyy) I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

be better. (c!jack manifold. art by robotic-poet.) So, I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them? There's a black dog and there's a white dog, depends on which you feed, depends on which damn dog you live with.

this is checkmate. (c!tubbo playlist #1. art by beetlle) History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of.

a good kid, and an even better spy. (c!tubbo playlist #2. art by sad-ist) You're going to die in your best friend's arms. And you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, you've memorized it, it's all you know.

hope for the best, plan for the worst. (c!tubbo playlist #3, art by emikuthecipher, listen in order, seasons separated by c418) Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless. A stone on the path means the tea's not ready, a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.